The Wanted Alpha

Jude

My hand began to inch higher yet again on Kit’s deliciously warm thigh as he drove, only to be quickly pushed back down towards his knee with an exasperated g***n. This game had been playing out since we departed and because I knew it drove him crazy, both in irritation and excitement, it made it all the more entertaining.

“Do you not have any control over yourself, wolf?” he snapped. I knew I was getting under his skin as I noticed it was the only time he called me ‘wolf’.

“I certainly do, I just choose to ignore it around you sweetheart” I said, flashing him my best grin.

He sighed heavily “truly, you are incorrigible” his tone and face screamed annoyance, but the subtle glow of his eyes when he spoke gave his true feelings away.

His reserved and couth demeanor matched my coarse playfulness perfectly. Other men never gave me this sort of chase, they never challenged me like Kit did. Everything about him drove me to want to know more and everything I discovered made me fall that bit harder in love with him.

I noticed this morning that everyone called him either ‘Chris’ or ‘Christopher’, was ‘Kit’ reserved just for me? The idea of that being true tugged a possessive chord within my wolf and a proud smile to spread on my face.

“How come no-one else calls you Kit?”

Though his face kept straight ahead I noticed his eyes flash to me from the corner with a small smile.

“My grandmother used to call me it. I’ve never felt the need to tell anyone about it…except you” he said softly, as he turned his face briefly to look at me.

The warmth I saw radiated from his face, his eyes, made my stomach flip. No-one else could make me feel like this, not with a single look and if he wasn’t driving I think I’d have grabbed his face and made out with him till he couldn’t breathe.

“What happened to your family? They back in the Netherlands?”

The warmth that had shone through his features vanished, making me wish I hadn’t asked. Even my wolf snapped at me, calling me an ‘a*s’ for upsetting our mate.

“Don’t ask questions you do not want the answers to. Let’s just say that hunting was somewhat still pervasive within human culture when I was a younger vampire” he said dolefully.

The idea of human hunters hadn’t even crossed my mind, as creature hunting was massively seen as unacceptable nowadays. While wolves had experienced a tenuous peace with humans for the last 600 years, it was easily forgettable that wiccans and vampires hadn’t. My mate’s people in particular had been hounded because of the actions of one individual that the humans then wrote tales about, spreading more fear and misconceptions about what was in reality an incredibly beautiful race.

“I’ve never met a vampire to ask about this…but Dracula…what the hell was the deal with that guy?” I asked, trying to take the focus from his family that was clearly a painful part of his past.

“Ah, the stain on our species” he said with a voice filled with distaste “I assume you’ve read or at least know the crux of that infernal human drivel of a book?”

I had. Drinking the b***d of virgins, burning under sunlight, a stake through the heart to die, being turned with a single bite and creeping around a castle in Transylvania…ok, the last one actually sounded pretty cool but I wasn’t about to say that out loud to my vampire mate.

“He was simply a ‘Jack the Ripper’ of our kind that thrived on the c*e he could sow, nothing more. The humans were his source of entertainment as they were highly superstitious and easily manipulated. And do not get me started on that so-called research of Van Helsing…why on earth garlic of all things would be repellant to us!..Domkop!”

I wasn’t sure what a ‘domkop’ was, but it sounded unflattering.

“Wow, why don’t you tell me what you really think?” I chuckled, hoping I’d distracted him enough from the upsetting memories I’d accidentally brought up.

He gave me a half smile, but that warmth hadn’t returned to his face. Damnit, when did I turn into Carrick? He was the one that ran his mouth and said dumb s**t without thinking.

“Please, don’t be so pensive. You didn’t know” he soothed, taking my hand again.

“Do you really feel everything I’m thinking?”

“Yes, including your wolf. It already feels incredibly strong and will only grow with our bond” he spoke softly, that beautiful warmth returning to his face.

“How do you guys seal your bond? You don’t mark like we do, right?” I asked, genuinely interested. I already had the intention of marking him as soon as possible, but I needed to know how they sealed their bond so we could do that too.

“We marry, like humans do, but it’s our own ceremony. We do bite our partner on the wrist to drink a drop of their b***d, their life essence, and that binds our souls together. But the bites don’t leave a mark like it does with you, so we wear a marriage band.”

If vampires married, then that was exactly what I wanted to do with him.

“So, will you marry me?” I asked, already wanting to start our forever together.

His head snapped to mine, the road ahead completely forgotten about.

“What?!” his face was a glorious picture of alert shock.

The car started to veer off into the dirt at the side of the road, causing him to spin the wheel and skid us back into the road.

“Godverdomme!” he exclaimed as he steadied the car, in what I assumed was also Dutch.

“Did I scare you a little?” I laughed.

“…It was merely unexpected” he said, still trying to regain his steady breathing.

Our little detour must have been seen as April hesitantly asked if we were ok, clearly thinking someone may have been getting a ‘happy ending’…f**k, if only, I’d eat him day and night if I could.

“You cannot seriously be already considering marriage?!” he cried out in astonishment, his normally baritone voice a slight octave higher and his face flush and flustered.

“Why not? Now I’ve found you, it’s not as though I’m letting you go anytime soon Kit-ten” I smirked at him.

“You call me ‘Kitten’ again wolf and I will throw you out of this car myself!” he shouted while hitting me in the arm with some quite surprising strength.

This seemed to be the biggest provocation to him yet…he would definitely be hearing that again.

I couldn’t contain my gentle laughter as his face continued to look so adorably pink with a slightly mortified expression carved into his handsome features. I doubt many could call a coven leader ‘kitten’ and get away with it with their heads attached.

“So will you?” I asked, pressing the matter further.

“…We will discuss it later” was all he replied.

I knew the answer would be a yes, there was nothing else I would accept. I would have married him the moment I saw him.

“And to think I was nervous about you accepting me” he half smiled.

“Why would I not accept you? Have you seen you?!”

He was handsome, articulate, intelligent and a dominant but compassionate leader with the sexiest accent I’d ever heard, who could ever deny him?

“I didn’t know how you would receive a mate who was both a man and not of your kin. For all I knew you may have had someone dear to you already.”

….OH f**k!

Kevin.

I had completely forgotten all about him…oh, Jude, you complete a*****e.

f**k and I had no phone!

And it would be spreading through the pack I had found my mate.

‘I told you not to play around, I told you it could hurt mate’ my wolf decided to chip in.

‘You seemed to have forgotten all about him too! So you can f**k right off on your moral high horse’ I shouted back.

While I had kept it casual or at least tried to, I knew it had started to become more for Kevin…f**k, I should have just turned down his requests at becoming his chosen mate instead of considering them and I shouldn’t have kept going back to him.

My mate’s voice broke me out of my internal arguments “…so you did have someone.”

Oh f**k, I could actually feel how crushed Kit felt.

“It’s fine, Jude. I am under no illusions that you wouldn’t have had any relationships” he said curtly.

“No! It’s not like that, I swear!” I tried to argue and quickly launched into a somewhat long winded explanation, not wanting to hide anything from him, including the more delicate subject matters. He seemed to understand and appreciate my candidness. His beautiful face eased too, losing the stern edge it had taken.

“Seems you have a habit of stealing other’s hearts, wolf” he smiled at me from the side. Thank goddess I was back to being called ‘wolf’.

Finally reaching home and seeing the pack house come into view, I breathed a sigh of relief. Carrick was out front, waiting and gave my mate a huge welcome, I don’t think Kit was expecting such a welcome by his slightly stunned face. He seemed to marvel at our home, as did the others, taking in the log and stone build and the huge porch decked out in Winter Solstice decorations. I told Kit to head in with the others as I quickly borrowed a phone from one of the warriors to call Kevin. I didn’t want to do this over the phone but I had no choice. He would be at work right now and he wasn’t responding to my mind-link, he would do some porter work at the pack prison sometimes and the silver must have been interfering.

He didn’t pick up, which wasn’t unusual with him working, so I left him a message. It was a little shitty to do it this way but I was in need to get back to my mate and devour every inch of him.

“Hey, Kev. I really didn’t want to do this over the phone or with a voicemail but I wanted you to hear it from me. I found my mate yesterday. I really hope you can be happy for me about this, you know how much I’ve wanted to find my fated mate. If you want to meet up tomorrow, I can tell you everything in person. Probably don’t phone this number, I had to borrow someone else’s…it’s been a wild 24 hours. But, I’ll tell you all about it. See you later” and I hung up.

I gave the phone back and quickly headed up the stairs, following my mate’s scent to the third floor. And luckily I was just in time to see Carrick at his best and being subtle as ever in taking over the tour so Ethan could go get busy himself. I truly loved the guy, but for such an intelligent man, Carrick really did have the bandwidth of a vegetable at times.

As he was showing the others the rooms available so they could sort themselves out into who stayed where, I grasped my mate round his waist whispering in his ear “I hope you didn’t think you were staying anywhere else other than with me.”

His cheeks were instantly pink as he quickly removed my arm looking piqued by my overtly public display of affection, right in front of his coven.

“Oh for goddess’s sake, Chris, just go. We’ll be fine without you for a few hours…or till tomorrow” Maeryn said with a teasing smile. I liked this woman!

Without waiting for another word, I grabbed my mate’s hand and dragged him down the hall to my suite. Like many wolves, I preferred nature so my place was all in deep and rich natural colours and rustic dark wood furniture. Kit took the place in, looking around, as I slipped the bag from his hand and took it through to my bedroom…our bedroom. He followed me unconsciously, looking at the view out of the full length windows onto the forest. But I wanted his attention, he could look around later. I grasped the curtains, closing them to, I didn’t need anyone glimpsing my mate naked and I also wanted to see that gorgeous skin swirl with colour that would only appear in the absence of sunlight. I switched on a bedside light so I could fully appreciate every angle of my mate and vice versa.

“Well? We’re alone” I stepped forward “these walls aren’t thin” my hands brushed up the underside of his shirt, loving his hard muscles and softness of his skin “and unless Ethan’s been keeping a massive secret, there are definitely no children upstairs” I grinned as I kissed his neck, sending a violent shudder through his body and making his head roll to the side to offer more skin for my lips.

I kissed my way up his neck, his jaw, to his lips, swirling my tongue against his. As I kissed him, I could feel the tremble in his skin…did he really not want this? s**t, was I pushing him into something?!

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, praying that I’d gotten it wrong.

“…No…it’s just been a while…since anyone touched me like this” he breathed against my lips, his golden eyes glowing wildly.

Oh…so he was nervous? f*g precious.

“How long?”

His lips formed a slightly tight line. Nervous and embarrassed? I think my heart was about to explode with his adorableness.

“Over a decade…16 years to be precise. My coven comes before myself and we haven’t been particularly stable for a while” he spoke quietly, looking anywhere but at myself.

“Damn, that’s a helluva case of blue balls” I whispered as I lifted his shirt over his head and removed my own.

My eyes swept over his outstandingly beautiful, marble pale skin and sculpted muscles. His broad, smooth chest and defined abs swirled with that ethereal opalescent colour. I pushed him back onto the bed and slowly unzipped his pants, keeping my eyes fixed on his.

“I think it’s time we did something about that” I teased, loving as his breathing became shallow and he swallowed with difficulty.

My fingers slipped into his pants and underwear sliding them down his toned thighs and stripping him completely. I stood, ridding myself of my clothes and stared down at my mate and his every perfect inch now fully exposed to me.

I climbed on top of him painstakingly slow, already drunk on how his scent coated my senses and the electrifying feel of his skin. I started at his lips and kissed my way down his neck, his chest and his abs. I kept his gaze as I swirled my tongue over his tip and took his entire perfect length down my throat, sucking diligently as I slid back up his length.

My name escaped his lips in a pained g***n, filled with years of pent up release. His breathing was already deep, uneven and laboured and his thighs trembled against my shoulders. I sucked his shaft harder and swallowed him further, gripping his solid h**s in my roughened, large hands.

“Was I worth the wait?” I teased.

“Verdomme ja!” he gasped, loudly.

“You are just a ball of Dutch curses today” I chuckled, going straight back to devouring his shaft.

For someone who hadn’t gotten any action in 16 years he lasted remarkable well, before he exploded down my throat as I lapped up every last drop of him.

I climbed up him, settling into his side as he breathed heavily with his eyes closed coming back down from his climax.

“You were definitely right, those poor kids would’ve had a bit of a vocabulary lesson last night if we played” I grinned at him.

He laughed, his whole body shaking with its depth “indeed.”

I kissed him gently, letting him catch his breath, hoping he would be ready for more.

“Kit?”

He looked at me, his eyes glowing more brightly than I’d ever seen.

“There is one thing I saved for my mate, something I’ve never let a guy take…I want you to be my first” I searched his face, wanting him desperately to take me.

His lips broke out into a huge smile, showing off those incredibly alluring pointed canines “you know it’s probably going to be painful? I don’t want to hurt you” his smile quickly turned into concern as his hands grasped my face, his thumbs tracing over my cheek and lips.

“I don’t care, as long as it’s you” I gazed at him, placing my hands over his.

With his nod, I grabbed the bottle of lube I kept in my nightstand and handed it to him. He coated his fingers and pressed his front to mine, capturing my lips in his k**s as I felt his hand slip down to my a*s. I exhaled as his finger pressed in, adjusting to the intense and unusual sensation. He gently thrust his digit, stretching me and entered a second. I held on to him, almost trembling at the increasingly pleasurable but intrusive feeling. I inhaled sharply as he entered a third, continuing to pump and stretch my entrance.

“Do you feel ready?” he breathed against my ear, as he peppered my neck with k****s.

“Yeah” I was practically shaking with anticipation, I knew this was going to be incredibly intense and possibly painful.

But I trusted Kit.

“Turn around, my little wolf” he commanded in his silken baritone voice. Damn, that voice alone did things to me.

I obeyed, hearing him use more lube to make this as smooth as possible. He pulled my back to press against his front as his lips lightly kissed my marking spot. I felt him hold me open as he slowly pressed his length inside, inching in gently allowing me to adjust to his size till he was fully sheathed. His arms wrapped around my front, holding onto my chest and h**s. I reached behind to grasp the back of his neck, my other hand grasping his wrist with my eyes shut tight feeling every slight movement of our bodies.

It was everything all at once; painful, euphoric, pleasurable, intense, exciting, kinda scary but the main thing that almost eclipsed everything else with the electrifying waves that coursed through my body from the mate bond.

His thrusts were slow, gentle, but firm and he may not have done this for a long time but he definitely knew what he was doing still. His solid body behind, his comforting arms around me and his warm, tender lips against my skin were everything I envisioned from my mate. His pace increased along with the strength of his h**s, hitting just that bit deeper nudging something deep within me that drove me insane.

“f**k. Kit, right there” I cried out.

His thrusts hit that sweet spot without mercy, the two of us groaning out with each movement, calling out each other’s name in bliss. His hand pumped my shaft in time with his rhythm spurring me on till I felt those familiar tingles, that seemed more intense this time, as I came hard all over his hand and the bed.

I wanted him to mark me, I almost wanted to beg him to mark me, but my voice was failing me as I shuddered at the intensity of my peak. Without any words he gently pulled on my head and shoulder, sinking his fangs into my marking spot hard. A white light eclipsed my vision and I felt myself coming all over again while Kit exploded his seed deep in my behind. He retracted his fangs and licked the site, sealing his mark. With him still buried in my a*s I turned as far as I could and sank my canines into his marking spot that he pressed to my lips. He g*****d loudly and I’m sure he came again, but with the heightened euphoria I couldn’t exactly be sure.

I could feel our souls entwining and something else, as though my very being, my life force had joined with his own.

Goddess, I loved him.

“I love you, too” he whispered against my neck “I can almost hear your mind clearly now.”

He pulled out, eliciting m***s from each of us and tugged me to lie with him, nuzzling against each other as our bodies still thrummed with our climax. I wondered what my mark looked like on him and what his looked like on me, but right now I just needed to shut my eyes for a moment, so I could be ready for our next round.

Kit was a moaning mess beneath me as I thrust into him hard and strong, pumping as deeply as I could. My hand reached up into his hair, gripping it and pulling it back slightly to arch his back so I could hit deeper. I was never a particularly gentle lover, but if Kit’s g****s and begs of not wanting me to stop, and his a*s grinding against my h**s as I thrust forward were anything to go by, I’d say he was very much enjoying my rougher approach.

I came crying out his name, as he did the same. As we sat back and I pulled out, still kneeling, I hugged his back to my front, kissing along his cheek and neck admiring my mark on his neck. It had quickly faded to a silvery, healed scar and the opalescent colours swirled more vividly than elsewhere, it was the singularly most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. His mark on my skin were two perfect, circular marks in a deep red colour. I didn’t know whether the colour would fade but right now I loved it, it was his so it was perfect.

He gripped my arms across his chest and rested his head back against my shoulder, his eyes closed but a wonderful, calm smile spread across his face.

“I think my Kit-ten liked it a little rough” I uttered against his skin, grinning wildly, already feeling how much it pissed him off.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He quickly turned and pinned me down with far more strength than I had felt from him before, glaring down at me. It would almost look threatening if it weren’t for the fact his golden, honey eyes smouldered with heat and want.

“I told you! Never. Call. Me. That. Again, wolf! Do not test me!” he glowered.

“But you look so pretty when I test you” I grinned, leaning up to k**s the tip of his nose.

I loved that he had no riposte, no come back. It was clear he’d never had anyone challenge him in such a way and his only response was to silently seethe in irritation, knowing I wasn’t intimidated in any way.

“You are singularly, the most insufferable man I have ever been cursed with” he exclaimed, releasing my wrists and sitting up while still straddling my waist.

I smiled broadly at his heartfelt declaration of love, as I pulled him back down and wrapped my arms around his frame, nuzzling and kissing him softly.

“I love you too, so much Kit.”

He relented and wrapped his arms around me too, tucking my head under his chin. We laid in pleasant silence for a moment before I wanted to ask again.

“Since it’s later and you never did give me an answer, will you marry me?” I moved my head to look at his eyes, seeing them soften and a small smile grace his lips.

“As I have already allowed you to place your mark upon me, I may as well call you my husband too.”

We kissed once again, the electrifying feeling only increasing in intensity, a feeling I could quickly become drunk on and one I was already addicted too.

We rested in each other’s embrace, whispering sweet things, talking about where I wanted to show him around the pack and what we could do. Ethan had given me an indefinite leave from my duties so I could spend as much time as possible with Kit and I would take advantage of every minute of it. I wanted to marry him as soon as possible, we had joined as wolves do and now I wanted to join as vampires did. Winter solstice was now only a few days away and would make the most perfect date; it’d be a huge blessing on our union.

As we snuggled closer, I felt Ethan trying to mind-link me.

‘Jude, patrol caught the pack traitor. They were trying to leave the borders tonight. I’m heading to interrogation now…it’s up to you if you want to come…I know you’re spending time with Christopher.’

Holy s**t! I needed to be there, I needed to know who the fucker was!

I sat up quickly, almost knocking Kit off of the bed.

‘No, I’m coming.’

‘Who?’